Tears, by †Scars Of Depression† Subscribe to rss feed for †Scars Of Depression†

The proof of torment runs down my face,
A gasp of life for a cry of silence
Life is nothing when being tortured by emotions of somber,
Whispers of cold memories

Racings of illustrations through my mind,
My Conscious is a dark adaption
Dripping preceptions of sorrow,

A river of venom poisons my face
From the windows, my soul pours out,
Falling deeper into darkness
As the blind shadow catches it's fall

A shreek of forgiveness,
Still a blinding frustration blocks any signs of hope.
Posted: 2007-03-25 00:22:10 UTC

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2007-04-22 20:25:57Angel of Music
Great job. :)

2012-02-05 04:53:36~Stay_Beautiful~20104
Goodness! This is really powerful and amazing. Such powerful word choices and imagery.

2013-01-29 16:56:24karolann shelton
it really is great.